Monday, September 15, 2014

It's like riding a bike, right? Except, I've never lived alone. I've never ridden this bike before. The tires seem thinner, the seat less worn, the handle bars harder to grip and the road longer. But there's a basket. I've never had a basket before. Always wanted one, but baskets seemed like something someone else had, that I coveted from afar.This basket is woven, no obvious beginning or end. It was empty, so open to possibility. So I began to fill it with things I never even knew I'd need for my adventure. I began the ride and a list formed on the horizon. A list of "never befores" and "maybe I cans" and "why haven't I evers?"

Packing the car for a road trip as the only driver

Summer adventure with my kids

Driving in Manhattan

Mowing my lawn

Living alone

Choosing everything for my new home – paint, décor, furniture, set-up

Fixing and building things on my own instead of asking for help

Buying my first house alone

Asking amazing friends for help and support during surgery and recovery

Trusting my parents adult to adults

Creating circles of trust, support and community

And the list goes on, and the basket fills, and the journey is endless, and the ride gets easier as I go.